amorphous. taking notes. this is what I am.
I don’t really know why it takes so long. It is exhausting.
mind overload, and I am unprecedentedly un-present. lack and lackluster.
map my mind, hand-drawn lines. and I must’ve been asleep. because;
the lines, they are struggling for decisiveness. I have taken a ruminative approach.
am I vague? i just want to make the right, fantastic, mistakes. glass
houses. And sandpaper. this is for the dreamers. an hour glass digs itself a
nice, small hole in my heart. my paper heart. universal anachronism.
w h a t i s i t a l l f o r ?
i can see, but i am blind.